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    "Please tell me you aren't seriously apologizing to me for crying right now."

    Buck swallows and ducks his head, suddenly sheepish. Half a moment later, a warm, solid weight materializes on his shoulder. Eddie's palm radiates heat through the thick fabric of Buck's sweater. It's instantly grounding.

    "You're allowed to cry, Buck," Eddie says quietly. "We've been through a lot today."

    "It's not fair when we're arguing," Buck mumbles, refusing to look up.

    Eddie sighs, his grip on Buck's shoulder tightens, his thumb pressing in against Buck's collarbone. "We're best friends. You never have to pretend with me."

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    or, after the intervention and going to the hospital with Hen, Buck and Eddie return home to have a long overdue conversation.

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    22 Jan 2026

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    Steve usually marks other chefs as off-limits. Too much baggage, too much drama—but this guy? They’re not even in the same culinary orbit. Would it really be so bad to hook up with a shelter kitchen line cook who looks like trouble incarnate?

    He could probably swing that. Right?

    The guy purses his infuriatingly perfect lips and blows a lazy stream of cigarette smoke directly into Steve’s face.

    “You’re late.”

    Well. That’s fucking rude.

    (the chef au)

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    14 Jan 2026

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    Steve usually marks other chefs as off-limits. Too much baggage, too much drama—but this guy? They’re not even in the same culinary orbit. Would it really be so bad to hook up with a shelter kitchen line cook who looks like trouble incarnate?

    He could probably swing that. Right?

    The guy purses his infuriatingly perfect lips and blows a lazy stream of cigarette smoke directly into Steve’s face.

    “You’re late.”

    Well. That’s fucking rude.

    (the chef au)

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    14 Jan 2026

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    “Sorry, uh, I’m not doing this right,” she says.

    “Doing what right?” Eddie asks.

    “Actually, sorry, one sec, this is bugging me,” she says before flicking her wrist in the direction of the star. It shifts where it sits atop the tree, untouched, straightening ever so slightly.

    “Much better,” she says, turning back to Eddie with a smile.

    “H-how did you do that?” Eddie asks.

    “I’m your ghost of Christmas past,” she explains, as if it’s the simplest thing on earth. In Eddie’s—albeit, sleep deprived—mind, it certainly is not.

    “My…huh?”

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    On the night before Christmas, Eddie is visited by three (or four) ghosts who show him what it means to let go, to be loved, and to love someone back.

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    15 Dec 2025

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    Eddie flipped the postcard one last time, reading over the words he’d inked into the paper. His thumb brushed along the corner as he slipped the card into the slot.

     

    Hey Buck,

     

    I’m drunk in Texas and this is still the only address I know by heart. I miss you.

     

    Yours,

     

    E.D.

     

    Or; Eddie figures some things out about himself while he's in Texas. Then Chris asks to move back to L.A.

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    11 Dec 2025